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Liu Lao Jiu found another large tree and leaped onto a branch, leaning against it as he began to drink. Bu Luo had previously mentioned the Wine Gourd, which had been ruined during a scuffle with the Tree Demon, leaving Liu Lao Jiu heartbroken. Gu Ping had bought it for him, and after filling it with fine wine, he felt satisfied and no longer nagged Gu Ping.
At that time, she had hoped to be sent to Jincheng, which was none other than the capital. He was heading to the capital for the imperial examination and happened to pass through Meixian. I said no; they got acquainted then. He was just a poor boy back then, but from a distance, he caught a glimpse of the sedan chair and saw Chu Liange stepping out as the curtain was drawn.
He didn't care whether Gu Ping reacted or not; Ancient Words spoke as if to himself, succinctly recounting his experiences from twenty years ago to Gu Ping.
Who would have thought Yi Dong would fall in love at first sight? Ancient Words gestured with his leg towards Gu Ping, signaling him to stop. After that, he entered the capital and became the top scholar. Normally, a top scholar shouldn't casually visit places of indulgence, but back then, there were certain people and events that compelled the newly appointed Emperor Yang Xin to send him to rescue Chu Liange from the Spring Pavilion.
Gu Ping glanced at Ancient Words but saw no pride in his eyes. Instead, Ancient Words spoke earnestly to him. Although he omitted some things he couldn't share, Gu Ping understood that there must have been something very important that made Ancient Words so eager to tell his story.
Chu Liange was originally the daughter of Chu Deputy Prime Minister. Due to the old emperor's death, significant changes occurred in the central government; Chu Deputy Prime Minister was executed, and Chu Liange was sent to the Imperial Music Bureau. The old emperor passed the throne to the current emperor, but everyone believed that throne should belong to Emperor Dong's brother, Yang Yin.
"Why?" Gu Ping blurted out those three words before quickly closing his mouth. He knew if he had continued speaking, Ancient Words would have explained it all to him.
Later on, when Ming's Majesty ascended the throne, Yang Yin was granted the title of Jin Dynasty. Emperor Dong stated that brothers should support each other rather than harm one another; thus, Yang Yin was conferred with the title of Jin Dynasty, signifying an equal status with the emperor.
Ancient Words paused for a moment and chuckled softly. "I know; it's all about face."
But Jin Dynasty would not be content with that. Gu Ping guessed what was on his mind and followed Ancient Words' train of thought.
Ancient Words nodded and continued: "Later on, Jin Dynasty sought him out; many people did, even some from Jade Void Sect. It was then he realized why Great Jin was called Great Jin and why it remained untroubled despite changes in dynasties."
Gu Ping sensed that Ancient Words wanted to share something deeper. Those were words Ancient Words originally intended not to say. They had only met once before, yet Gu Ping suddenly felt a heat rising in his head and bitterness in his throat, leaving him unable to speak.
I learned about the events that followed. That time, The Words of Negation extended its leg to create a wrong stance, and on that fateful day, many lives were lost, and numerous events unfolded. Afterward, he redeemed Chu Liange but lost his official position, remaining in Youzhou City for nearly twenty years.
Gu Ping looked at Ancient Words and calmly mentioned the twenty-year span. He understood that no matter what, Ancient Words did not deny it. Some things were hard to let go of; after all, pursuing fame and showcasing talent was the ideal and ambition of every scholar. Especially for the person before him, who could achieve the top score in the imperial examination of Great Jin at such a young age—such talent was rare indeed.
Yet that genius became a casualty of conflict, hidden away for two decades, wasting precious time. How many twenty years does an ordinary person have to squander? Even among those cultivators, how many have twenty years to waste?
Gu Ping knew that Ancient Words would not casually misinterpret his words; he must have hoped for something from him to reveal those matters that should have remained buried in the Abyssal Guards' archives.
What did his uncle want him to do?
Ancient Words smiled broadly. He knew Gu Ping was a clever child and did not feel the need to explain everything. Simply sharing the information with Gu Ping was enough. He believed Gu Ping was a good person, at least based on their interactions so far. Therefore, Ancient Words didn't mind helping Gu Ping within his means.
There were many things Ancient Words left unsaid. Had those twenty years since the conflict truly passed just like that? He felt otherwise; Yang Yin had not died. The most crucial aspect was Yang Yin's connection to Bu Luo's reputation. The real players from Dong Qi were hidden behind Yang Yin, which meant that conflict had not concluded.
Why, after twenty years, did he seek Jincheng? Why did it have to be during his son Ancient Language's success in the imperial examination that he returned? Everything seemed preordained, as if they were filming a play, and now they were just waiting for the actors to take their places before the scene began.
Ancient Words did not want his son to become a victim of royal conflicts like himself. He hoped his son would not face a bleak future in politics or possess talent without an avenue for expression. Thus, he shared certain matters with Gu Ping.
Twenty years ago, the royal struggle had reached a stalemate. Some sought to break it while others wished to maintain the status quo. It required someone to take the lead; some hoped it would be Ancient Words or his son Ancient Language. However, Ancient Words thought differently; he needed an unexpected turn of events—something significant enough.
Before there was none; now there was Cigarette Paper. That unexpected twist stood before him: Gu Ping was that twist—a surprise capable of affecting everyone involved. That would be sufficient.
Initially shaking his head at Gu Ping, Ancient Words said, "Wait for me in Jincheng; seek your answers on your own. Perhaps you will find something worthwhile."
Gu Ping thought for a moment. Ancient Words had said too little; some people and matters required him to figure them out himself. Gu Ping nodded and said, "Thank you."
He understood that Ancient Words might have some ulterior motive or desire to achieve a certain goal, but what did it matter? Given his current situation, if they had something to offer, he might as well make the most of it.
With that in mind, Gu Ping picked up his iron sword and began practicing again. Liu Lao Jiu seemed oblivious to the conversation, continuing to drink under the tree, completely unfazed. It was as if a Foundation Practitioner would simply emerge on their own. But what could Gu Ping do about it?
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